“Well give her a guinea and send her hence,” I suggested. “Dear god,” The Nun exploded, “They made me bend over the end of the bed, threw my habit over my head so I shouldn’t see who was abusing me and you fornicated with me.”
“Up the tradesmen’s?” I asked, “The back passage?”
“No the front,” they spoke in unison. “No, you idiot,” she snapped, “You had me and now I am with child!”
“I had you?” I asked incredulously, “Are you sure?”
“Yes my dear, are you sure, did you see hs face clearly?” Carruthers asked. “Oh dear god,” I cursed, “When was this I own I don’t remember a thing.”
“Carruthers just said he did it!” the Nun insisted. “Mother what is the meaning!” I demanded. “Ravished you, why we have not even been formally introduced!” I insisted, “I never forget a face.”
“When you came to collect on your endowment,” she said, “At the Convent.”
“What is she blethering on about?” I demanded.
